In the middle of the night, the team finally reached the outskirts of Tishpordin, and it was half past three in the morning, less than two hours before dawn, which was the best time to launch a surprise attack. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But instead of making a surprise attack, I set up camp two miles away from Tishpordin. To be honest, this is not a good place to garrison troops, there is no cover of long grass, and the terrain is relatively flat and endless. There was a small hill less than half a mile away, but it was conceivable that there must have been quite a few sentinels on it.

Late-night anti-robbery camp, if there is no such awareness, Gaang is not Gaang.

Anyway, night is the best cover, I told the brothers to dismount and rest for a while, waiting for the change on Tispordin's side, as for what will happen, in fact, I don't know, half guessing, half gambling. It's a big deal before dawn, and we'll just need to move urgently.

Minutes and seconds passed, and there was no movement over there.

At first, some people were shivering with anxiety, but no one was sleepy. This time, I deliberately did not bring a captain who could sit in charge of the overall situation, but only two squadron leaders and six squad leaders, and I deliberately wanted to establish my own image among them at the grassroots level. After all, I want to keep the Fourth Legion firmly in my own hands, not in the hands of some subordinate.

I sighed, even though it was early May, it was still a little cool before dawn.

Almost as soon as I breathed, the back of the hill suddenly lit up, and half of the sky was stained reddish-brown.

I was a spirit, bounced up from the ground, and the mutation finally happened!

Loud voices drifted down the wind, and it sounded as if there was a big battle going on over there. But because of the small hill, I couldn't see clearly.

I looked back at the night owl crouched in the saddle, it was napping at the moment, and it seemed difficult to direct it to fly over to take a look, after all, I was not its real owner.

In that case, let's just go over and take a look, you can't always rely on the night owl, is it not that without an eagle, I won't fight in the future?

I made a gesture and asked the 7th Brigade to detour from the left, while I led the direct direct Guards to attack, and the 8th Brigade of the Guards lay in ambush on the spot, always ready to respond.

Although the hoof was wrapped in hooves, the sound of so many horses galloping together still shattered the silence of the night, but fortunately the movement on the Tishpordine side was still relatively lively, and even if there were people on that small hill, they should not pay attention to it.

I held Anduriel tightly and counted the distance from the hill, five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters......

On the left, the Seventh Brigade of the Guards had already set up a glaive formation while running, which could either quickly assault or quickly change formations and transfer.

One hundred and fifty meters!

Suddenly, I felt a little bad feeling in my heart. Almost at the same time, there were a few slight shakes on the hill, in the reflection of the fire behind it.

Then there was the poignant and dense sound of breaking the air.

A crossbow bolt grazed my ear, and behind me, a rider let out a scream that he had tried so hard to suppress.

Although the oncoming rain of arrows gave me a great shock, but judging from the density of the rain of arrows, the number of the other side is not very large, at best, it is about a hundred people, it should be the guards stationed on the hills, at this distance, a few breaths can be killed, under the assault of a full two thousand riders, it is impossible to organize effective resistance.

I came up with an idea in an instant, pulled out Anduriel and swung forward: "Assault!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the riders let out a low roar almost simultaneously, and a steel shield was raised with a clatter, followed by the neighing of horses, and the broad-bladed spears raised and lowered in unison.

Straight to the sprint!

I was at the end of the line at once, and watched as the team of five hundred horses quickly adjusted their formation, forming a wedge formation, like a sharp arrow, galloping towards the uphill side of the side.

It hit the second wave of arrows head-on, and the arrows hit the shield, making a hail-like sound, but it didn't cause much damage, and some knights were accidentally hit by crossbow arrows from outside the shield, but it wasn't critical, they just shook their bodies, and they still held on.

At this time, there was only less than thirty meters left from the hillside, and the sprinting knight was almost in the blink of an eye, and the other party had no time to fire the third wave of arrows, and I breathed a sigh of relief, the battle was decided.

But at that moment, the Seventh Brigade of the Guards, who had detoured from the left, suddenly made a sound of people turning on their backs, and the neighing of the hunting horses before their dying directly tore through the dark silence.

I felt as if I had been struck by a whip and almost jumped off my horse, and a terrible feeling enveloped me.

"Could it be ......" I almost bit my tongue and subconsciously tried to rein in the horse's head, but it was too late, and in a split second my horse rushed up the hill with the boys of the guard, over the ridgeline.

When I climbed to the top of the hill, and the horses were still in the air, I saw behind me, on the flat ground hundreds of meters away, scattered with some dry firewood, burning a raging fire, which looked like a grand bonfire. And next to the fire, a group of guys dressed in different clothes were constantly knocking on the shield with the weapons in their hands, and they were shouting "kill ......"

The fire, the slashing sounds, the crashing of weapons, it turned out to be like this......

With this momentary epiphany, the horse's hooves fell, and so did my heart.

On the top of the hillside, there were indeed only about a hundred crossbowmen, but behind these hundred or so crossbowmen were at least a thousand heavily armored halberders, their delicate and gorgeous wrought iron chain plate armor reflecting the flickering firelight, and the two-meter-long hooked halberd in their hands had already been waved.

On the side of the detour of the 7th Guard's Squadron, they were greeted by at least 1,500 heavy crossbowmen in three rows firing upwards on the other side of the ridgeline, and two teams of at least 1,000 men were running out from the left and right sides of the heavy crossbowmen, making a two-wing detour to the Seventh Guard's Squadron.

Damn, when did there be so many guys here?! This ordinary-looking hill hides such a dangerous ambush field behind it!

As soon as we crossed the top of the slope, the hundred crossbowmen stepped back, and the heavily armored halberd warrior behind them rushed up with a roar, and before the rider who rushed to the front could react, he was pierced through the horse's neck by a large hooked halberd, and his body flipped down, and was chopped to the ground by another halberd.

But the pro-guard still roared indomitable, and rushed straight over, and while paying a heavy price, they actually stabbed a gap in the battle line of this euphorbia.

But this is useless, behind the Euphorbia array, there are thousands of spear and shield men who come out of nowhere, and the heavy broad shield that is thicker and stronger than the Rhodok Tart Shield is painted black, and it is impossible to see it at night, and now they are there, as strong as a city wall, and with a phalanx spear of two meters and four or five, the sprint momentum of the pro-guard team is instantly like the tide hitting the reef headlong, and it is contained.

At this time, the Euphorbia Front, which had just been crossed, immediately outflanked from both sides, surrounded and slaughtered my personal guards.

I was also wrapped in the center of the pro-guard team by the tide of sprinting, seeing the terrible howl of dying around me, and my vision was also blocked, I didn't know the situation of the seventh brigade of pro-guards hundreds of meters away, and for a while it seemed like a string was about to break in my head.

Calm, calm...... I put Anduriel on the ground, pulled out the musket with good gunpowder and fired a shot into the sky, which was a signal to the Eighth Brigade Guards that there was an emergency.

Then I withdrew my musket and drew my hand, ready to fight.

It was just a moment of effort, and the guards around me were one less circle.

I don't care about feeling distressed, at this moment, I have encountered the most dangerous and embarrassing moment in my life, I have always been calculating others, and I have been calculated for a few days, and the calculation is so miserable, this taste is too uncomfortable.

But I have to figure out how to do it, or I'm really going to have to give it all here. Even if the Eighth Guards heard the signal and chose to come to the rescue, in front of such a well-prepared array, it was impossible for them to defeat the enemy, and at most they could only disrupt the formation and create a chance for us to break through.

Then take this opportunity to break through quickly, even if you will pay a certain price, then you can't take care of it, and you can find the field again in the future.

But as soon as the thought came to me, I heard the rumbling of horses' hooves, and went round the hill and flanked it on the left and right. From the momentum, it sounds like at least two thousand...... Heavy cavalry!

My heart is completely cold, this is the trap of lore! I first used a hundred crossbowmen to create the illusion of loose guards, but I took advantage of the terrain to ambush a heavy army behind the hills, and the number of these troops happened to be able to suppress us, but not overwhelming. In this case, the remaining reserves will inevitably be put into battle, and only then will the final killer weapon be released, the heavy cavalry of the Swadia Empire, that is not an ordinary force, under the outflanking of these two thousand heavy cavalry, we have no way out!

This is not only a strategic calculation, but also a grasp of strategy and people's hearts.

I took the guards back to the top of the hill, at this time there were only more than 300 left in the direct guards who were still by my side, on the left side, the seventh guards had been fenced up, and it didn't look good, and the eighth guards were caught by two teams of heavy cavalry on the way to help, one team of heavy horses blocked the back road, and a team of heavy horses blocked the waist and hit hard, not surprisingly, it was doomed to be wiped out.

Is this the end of it?

I turned around and saw that the halberders and spear and shield men in front of me had regrouped and were pressing back step by step, and behind them, there was a crowd of people shouting and cheering around the roaring bonfire, like a celebration, those guys were dressed in messy clothes, as seen in the eyes of the night owl, it was like a group of militiamen, with no quality at all, I thought with a wry smile, these guys, I guess they also exist to paralyze the opponent, Gaang is worthy of being a generation of famous generals who shined in the era of holy war thirty years ago!

However, did he count the only loophole in this? This loophole was that he had sent all the heavy cavalry in order to encircle and suppress the Eighth Guard, and if this heavy cavalry was tied up and could not get out, he would lose all his maneuvering strength!

I swung Anduriel violently, and with a sword I split a rushing halberd in half, and then with a swing of my holy sword, I pointed at the place where the Seventh Guard was trapped: "All brothers, follow me, we will go and save the brothers of the Seventh Brigade!"

Most of the riders were already wounded, but they still responded, twisted their horses' heads and slashed into the crowd that was trapping the Seventh Brigade over there, and I became the sharpest point of the wedge.

Although we are already in the encirclement, not all of them are full of people. At such a short distance, once a horse runs, it cannot be caught up with two human legs, let alone a halberd man wearing a heavy armor and a spear shield man carrying such a thick heavy broad shield.

In the blink of an eye, we were in the vicinity of the 7th Brigade of the Guards, and the spear and shield men besieging the 7th Brigade of the Guards immediately turned around, and the forest-like spears pointed at us.

I grabbed Anduriel and reached out to untie an incendiary bomb from my waist, and threw it at the same time, first a dazzling white fire rose in the midst of the guns, and then, with a loud roar, a huge fire erupted in the densest part of the crowd, and countless fragments of severed limbs, severed guns, and shields flew in all directions.

The guards who followed me were all veterans of the fifteenth brigade, and they had long been surprised, but the seventh brigade of the personal guards who were surrounded by it were caught off guard and almost fell off their horses, and several people shouted on the spot: "God Medius, divine punishment of the god of flames!"

Regardless of whether it was punished or not, I swung Anduriel headlong into the blown up phalanx, slashing and slashing.

It's inconvenient to lose my right hand, but at such a short distance, there are several more cuts on my body, but fortunately it's not deep, and I don't have any pain, and it doesn't have any effect at all, but in the eyes of the Seventh Brigade of Guards, it creates an image of bloody fighting.

Suddenly, the pressure in front of me was relaxed, I had already penetrated the crowd, and the seventh brigade of personal guards converged, I hurriedly glanced at it, counting the people I brought, the people here at the moment are only about one thousand or two hundred, it seems that now, we are out of blood.

It's okay, sooner or later I'll get that old guy back...... As long as we can get out alive!

I turned the horse's head, and the direction of the bonfire was burning, and at this moment there were still nearly three thousand shieldmen and euphorbia in front of us, and those who had trapped me before were still rushing over, but in a short time, they could not arrive in time for this minute, so that at least half of our lives were in this minute.

I turned my back to the warriors behind me and shouted, "Brothers, do you believe me!"

The mountains shouted like a tsunami of "Believe!" as they tapped their shields with their mutilated spears and swords, making their voices sound full of iron and blood.

I turned my head to look at them, and then looked at the Eighth Guards who were surrounded and killed by heavy cavalry at the bottom of the mountain, and the number was getting smaller and smaller, but they were still fighting desperately: "Then follow me, I will lead you to find a way to live!"

With that, I slammed my horse's belly and took the lead in rushing towards the halberders in front of me, like a huge bonfire that burned brightly, and Anduriel swung it repeatedly, and the black chest flames rose from the sword.

Then kill, sprint, hope...... I hope that the vitality of the other half of my desperate gamble can just appear!

The cavalry of 11,200 men, with me as the spike, formed a huge wedge-shaped formation, and flew on all fours, and stabbed at the spears and halberds that were like a forest on the other side.

With the blades of their horses, with their broken blades, with all their lives and blood, follow me and stab with all their might!

The incomparably tragic murderous aura was not until this moment that there was finally some atmosphere of decisive battle......

I slashed the halberds in front of me with a single sword, then the spears of the phalanx with a backhand, and then the broad shield like a wall, and the horses knocked the stunned guy behind the broad shield into the air, and I rushed out of the encirclement and rushed down the road.

I didn't have to look back to know that the roars and howls that kept coming from behind me were the knights behind me who had fallen off their horses and groaned in death.

But more knights followed the gap I had cut open, like a rushing river, like an indestructible arrow, piercing through!

Along this five- or six-hundred-meter downhill road, directly in front of us, there were those people who were dressed like militiamen, and their faces were also unbelievably stunned.

But I didn't look at them, I looked behind them, in the other direction, where there was a deep and boundless night.

The other team...... No matter who you are, even if it's the old G's heroic fighter group, in the face of such a wonderful chaos created with our flesh and blood, you shouldn't miss it, right?

Just like I thought before, when that team was fighting with the Knights of the Holy Sword, they would rush out from behind and give them a moment, and they wouldn't miss such an opportunity in front of them......

As long as they're not reinforcements from the Holy Sword Order, that's the other half of us!

There were still two hundred meters left from the crowd, and all my energy seemed to be attached to the sprint of the horses, and all I could see was the opponent in front of me, the direction in which I broke through!

They hastily formed a loose array of guns, which looked amateurish, but the cold light on the blades of those grass forks still carried a cold murderous aura.

Suddenly, as soon as I pulled the reins of my horse, the horse almost staggered to the side and ran away, and then, the whole cavalry, which had been in a state of no return, turned ninety degrees in unison in front of so many pairs of eyes, with utter unbelievable uniformity, and ran away, as if afraid of the loosely organized phalanx.

I saw a look of relief on their faces for a moment, and even a mocking look in their eyes.

But the mocking look had not yet gone away, and another rumbling of horses' hooves sounded behind them almost at the same time, and the earth seemed to tremble, and from the distant darkness behind them came the neighing of horses like dragons.

It was the unique rumble of the heavy cavalry as it entered the charge state.

The vitality of the other half...... My big bet was successful!